T'charrl was just unconscious, probably on an account of exhaustion. Changing so much couldn't be easy on anyone and the Kaesstrian was practically making a habit out of it. The notion he might be dead as suggested by Choi was just absurd, she made it known with a dirty look before focusing again on their friend. Well slapping his cheek hadn't woken him up any, and she would much rather avoid putting him in the shower if at all possible because of his size. There was only one other alternative then, and if this didn't work she was out of ideas. Standing at the alien's side Yumi inhaled, holding the breath for a second before shouting T'charrl's name as loudly as she could manage, evidently frightening everyone in the room as a result. It had worked, but things quickly took a turn south when a set of claws wrapped themselves around her throat. Gasping in surprise Yumi's hands reflexively went up to the claws, ready to tear herself free if needed. Something was off though, for one there was no real pressure in T'charrl's grip, and he still looked to be out of it. Was he still unconscious? 

Takeshi hadn't a damn clue what was going on, and now his ears were ringing thanks to Yumi's impromptu howl. He could complain about that later as right now she was being grabbed by T'charrl and it looked like she might be in some serious danger. Oddly enough she didn't appear to be panicking aside from the initial surprise, she actually seemed pretty relaxed. It was a pretty unsettling thing to watch happen but if Yumi showed no signs of worry then they could relax. Not that it helped Shu any, the little guy was ready to go into a panic. Putting a hand on Shu's shoulder to keep him back Takeshi smiled reassuringly, shaking his head. "T'charrl's not going to hurt her, relax buddy." He didn't have the strength to by the looks of it, which was sad. How had he ended up so worn out like this anyways? From now on no one was training on their own, it wouldn't get them anywhere if people started dropping like flies. Or moths, as the case may be.

Relaxing after the sudden fright of being grabbed Yumi managed to free herself with minimal effort. Poor T'charrl, he probably didn't even know where he was right now. Easing his claw to rest on his stomach she smiled sympathetically, resting her hands on her hips. "I don't know if he's even totally awake... Doesn't look like he is." Half-lidded eyes and groggy movements, did he actually just wake up from a nap? Weird... Who fell asleep during training? Looking back at Shu she nodded her head, not wanting him to worry before turning again to the Kaesstrian. "T'charrl, sorry for scaring you like that. Can you hear me now? Can you tell us why you were like that in the training room?"

"Being emotionless wouldn't be as fun as you'd imagine, I'd think. If you feel you're missing out now imagine if you couldn't enjoy anything at all. Fighting would even be empty for you without emotions." It was probably a rhetorical statement but Vegeta still felt the need to rebuke it, he didn't want Viral getting the wrong ideas. When things were good Viral could actually be happy, or happy as far as the Beastman went. Genuine happiness might be a ways off but that didn't mean they couldn't try for it some more. First things first though... They needed food. "If you'll humor me and get some food in your stomach then by all means, go train. I'll join you but we can work independently of one another. Gods only know how much training we still need to do for this fight." The details of what the King and his Elites were truly capable of were a bit hazy but nonetheless daunting. From what Vegeta knew the King himself was a Super Saiyan, the only one currently in existence, and his closest fighters weren't far behind. In order to learn more they would be rendezvousing with Korian and Sayomi in just a few days time at this point. Once they had a more clear picture of what was coming they could prepare better. "What are you in the mood for? I'm cooking."